MOOP!

My first real boyfriend, in college, did the 'keep trying for the next level' thing. Over time, and in very small increments, it went from figuring out kissing to clothed bosom touching, unclothed bosom, along, across probably a good year, to him going down on me.

I broke with him when I changed schools, and one small part of changing schools was the, yes, fear, that if I stayed with him we would have sex.

Oddly, I'm pretty sure he never saw me naked. I saw him naked but once.

Gah, decades later I'm working on the expectations thing, and trying to learn that expectations are not obligations.

Thank you for writing.